Come on, Red Sox. This is nothing new for you. Most of y’all have been here before in either 2003 or, most notably, 2004. You’re old hands at this. So get crackin.’
Nice of you to spot the White Sox (tenacious and firey lot, aren’t they?), the first two games but it really wasn’t necessary. And while I appreciate the flair for the dramatic, one of these days, your comeback kid powers are gonna run out. Might be tonight. I sincerely hope not. Whichever team they may be, I don’t want to see them celebrating in our house.
There really isn’t too much motivational hooey I can toss your way that you’ve never heard before. You’ve got Kevin Millar for that. If you feel the need to suture something, have at it. But you know the drill, boys. Backs against the wall and start fighting.
I want you to go out there tonight, guns blazing and playing like the badass sons of bitches I know you can be. Play like your lives depend on it. Because today, they actually do.
We play today. We win today. Get it done, boys.